Please note: This story is not intended to be a realistic portrayal of psychiatric best practices, so if you are a patient or mental health professional, please reconsider the angry comments that this is irresponsible, inaccurate, etc. This is an erotic fantasy story to entertain and I hope you will enjoy it. Thanks for reading. ***** The young man slumps...
After the time I watched the gang-bang at Kathy's, then came come and raped my lover-husband, I caught Tye looking at me a bit strangely. Maybe I knew, too. What had he unearthed? What had become of the little, demure, almost sexless, bitchy, possessive middle-aged lump I used to be? I know, too, that I still talked in my sleep about having other men--lots...
I remember that while I slept, he would occasionally grab my hips and thrust his hardened cock against my ass. The next morning, when we talked afterwards, he would deny remembering doing it - it was all in his sleep. Oh, but the things those thrusts did to me. His innocent actions sent my mind racing, and my blood pumping between my legs. Those movements t...
"Jessica, get out here, now! We are so hard," He barks out in their thick Russian accents and I shudder and try to ignore him. Instead I look into the mirror and apply pink lipstick, I am trying to stay focus, but I can't help but wonder, how did I end up here? He screams again "Come on Jessica, be a good girl, I know you want it." A good girl, he says? Well...
Shari turned around in the kitchen, idly inspecting the sink and fingering a bottle of dish soap. She said, "You can call Sara if you want; we already talked about it and she said it was okay." He had to stare at her in disbelief, or more accurately at her back in disbelief. He couldn't help looking down at her rear and staring bluntly at her ass. Then he s...
Well here it is my masturbation confession. My true story of one night in Tokyo. First you have to understand I didn't start masturbating till I was 26. I am NOT Slow... I just had other things to do. Anyway, I have to make up for lost time. So when the stress is relieved and my mind can wonder, frankly, I get horny. Horny as the devil. Now, when is my stres...
Judy and Jason were getting dressed for the monthly 'card club'. She tied the bows on the sides of her pure white panties that were given to her the night she was accepted as a member of the club. They looked more like a bikini, but that is where the similarities ended. They were custom made from satin with a moderate amount of lace, and they were so soft....
Avery was running late. As she neared the front doors of the posh NYC hotel, she saw the rain pouring down. She thought about her expensive shoes and the time she'd spent on makeup. She thought about the $100 haircut at the hotel salon. She thought about how the humidity would affect her jet black hair and her iridescent mini-dress. "Fuck," she thought....
Dear Shoeblossom Mistress Spurs is the most imaginative dominant I've ever known. I have been with various Masters, Mistresses, Dominas and Goddesses throughout Europe, Saudi Arabia and these United States, and except for one I met in Gstaad, there's never been one quite like Spurs. Spurs is only about five foot one, but she has ample breasts and fire-engi...
Editor's note: this story contains scenes of incest or incest content. ***** Jane was where she said she'd be: in front of Walmart. The sun made her dark blue hair stand out; it was tied back in a ponytail that hung to her shoulder blades. Her body was average, and she was 'bout 5' 4", her skin lily white. She had on a green t-shirt, cut off blue jeans, an...